#muse: flash

[lvment]

o p e n l o c a t i o n : pool party

“hey. c’mon. you’re blocking the sun.“

flash takes a bite of watermelon -- grinding the fruit into a pulp between his teeth and cocking an eyebrow before he swallows. he’s staked out a cabana by the lazy river, and it’s clear from his versace wild baroque swim shorts and styled hair that he has no intention of getting in the water.

“what? take a picture. it’ll last longer.“

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@impervicus​ / may

“hey, miss parker.“

flash cradles a gift basket of assorted cheeses and wine and dried petal bath bombs, the iridescent cellophane tied around it so high he has to lean to the right so she can even see his face. soon as there’s eye contact he flashes a smile, all teeth and boyish charm, arms extending and holding the present out. “you work too hard. so i thought-- you know. maybe i should bring something that’ll help you relax?”

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@starsuffered​ / harry

flash texts -- [ you home? ]

thumb swipes another message -- [ i’m outside let me in ]

his hair’s freshly washed, the roots dyed and he’s dressed in new clothes -- some acid wash jeans and a band t-shirt he’s maybe heard one song from. the flight jacket’s vintage, leather scuffed at the elbows and fuck, he’s trying too hard. harry’s gonna notice and fucking tease.

but out of all his friends? harry’s the hardest to impress. harry’s the one he wants to impress. so it’s washed and dyed hair, new clothes, and a nervous rocking back and forth on his heels.

the symbiote under his skin ripples up his spine in little slimy pops, up each knob of bone like it does when he’s nervous. the thing is mindless. it doesn’t rattle in his head like venom did, but it’s there. and he inhales through his nose, exhales through his mouth until it settles back under his skin.

flash raises his voice. “i know you’re home, osborne!”

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@dumbasshq​

if there’s any quiet space in a club it’s by the toilets.

nobody wants strobe lights while they’re taking a piss, or a glass animals remix bass beat when it’s time for number 2. flash is zipping himself up and stepping out the door when -- “are you fucking serious?” richie tozier? here? flash is incredulous as he bites out,  “how did you even get in?”

and it’s knee jerk to go on the defensive -- shoulders up and a half-step back but flash immediately collects himself and goes languid. it’s his practiced, boneless, don’t give a shit way of carrying his body as he shifts to antagonistic, planting himself at the door and blocking richie’s way in.

“what now?” flash clicks his tongue and slouches against the door frame. “did you come here to fight?”